Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 899

Chapter 899 Picnic

"What is that sun?" Atticus's tone was sharp. At his current strength, he could go days, months even, without needing food or water.

He mostly ate out of leisure, and because Anastasia wouldn't tolerate him skipping meals. He had no choice but to eat regularly.

But now, after just one night, he was hungry? Something was definitely wrong.

The spirit nodded in approval, seemingly pleased that Atticus hadn't wasted time addressing the obvious.

"This sun is called the Hunger Sun," the spirit explained, its tone serious. "It accelerates your body's metabolic and respiratory systems, forcing your body to expend energy at an extreme rate. This makes you feel hunger and thirst far faster than normal. Even with your mana augmentation, it tricks your body into behaving as if it's been deprived of sustenance for weeks. The longer you're under it, the worse it becomes."

Atticus frowned. 'How bothersome.'

Now he was sure, the katana was deliberately trying to push him to his limits. He was here to learn the fourth art. What did eating and drinking have to do with that?

His gaze flickered as he turned his thoughts inward.

"Is this the second challenge?" he asked directly.

"I can't answer that," the spirit responded evenly.

Atticus nodded, understanding the implication. If it was the second challenge, the spirit would have been able to confirm it.

Exhaling deeply, Atticus thought, 'So I have to eat and drink water.' A twinge of irritation flickered through him.

He started moving through the scorching desert. At first, he broke into a sprint, hoping to leave the desert behind before the sun roasted him alive.

But in the next second, he regretted it.

His pace only increased his body's temperature, and coupled with the searing sun, it felt like he was boiling alive. Sweat evaporated the moment it formed, leaving his skin dry and his body burning.

Not only that, the faster he moved, the worse the hunger and thirst became.

"How do I cure this hunger and thirst?" Atticus asked.

The spirit nodded, impressed by Atticus's sharp thinking.

The boy hadn't asked where to hunt for beasts or how to find water. Instead, he focused on the source of the problem, seeking a cure to the unnatural hunger and thirst directly afflicting him.

"It'll come to you," the spirit said cryptically.

Before Atticus could process the words, a piercing screech tore through the air. He came to an abrupt stop, his gaze snapping toward the sky.

The light of the Hunger Sun nearly overwhelmed his eyes, but Atticus didn't care. His lips curled faintly in satisfaction as his gaze locked on a massive, eagle-like beast soaring high above.

He wasn't the only one excited.

The beast's fierce gaze burned with hunger as it locked onto Atticus.

Finally, prey.

The beast's aura shifted.

Its wings stretched wide, casting a massive shadow over the sand. Its sharp, curved beak glinted under the blazing sun, and its talons flexed, ready to rip and tear.

It screeched again, the sound tearing through the desert like a war cry.

But just as it prepared to dive, something changed.

The "puny boy" dropped to the ground, his body coiling tightly, almost folding into himself.

The beast paused midflight, its sharp eyes narrowing in confusion.

It hovered, unsure.

The prey wasn't running. He wasn't moving. He wasn't even looking at it anymore.

Unusual.

Then, in the next instant—

BOOM.

Atticus shot upward, a streak of force tearing through the air like a bullet.

The beast's head snapped forward. Its sharp eyes widened in shock.

"Queak?"